i see bits of dust

i see bits of dust
fabrics lift up
the flow of air is rather out of hand
i sit down
in some way it’s all much like a flapping
a blind force
there comes a point i suppose
right or wrong
it’s just as well

the last thing i want

the last thing i want
i stand still
purposefully wearing a mask
because of the friction
it all depends on the observer
right
but then doors send shock waves
or is it me pushing
it’s no good
i can’t tell anymore